"It doesn't seem like Michi is having fun..."
Hey, I recognize that Elvis impersonator!
As she felt the impact of Suki slamming into her, Suika's mind,
Zassou's mind,
Tsubomi's mind,
their mind, was filled with memories. Her memories, the
child Tsubomi's memories, the
old Tsubomi's memories,
their memories.
The taste of blood and medicine as her head was nearly smashed open by the Miseria. The sound of a gun firing to save her.
An echo of giddy happiness at acing her first middleschool level test. Depression draping itself across her shoulders as the proof of her achievement was thrown by the wind into the river.
The moment that the bullet pierced her head instead of Suki's. The feeling of blood flying through the air and onto her arm just as she awoke.
A red shadow of overwhelming rage as she saw the
thing that had stolen her body and thrown her life away simply ignoring her body's well-being out of apathy. The burn of all-consuming hatred flowing through her mind as she saw
it considering
dying, as if it owned her life, to get away from her.
The radiance of joy as she realized that her body was slowly coming back under her control. Elation as her magic began to listen to her instead of
it, like a dog returning home after running away months prior.
The memories passed in a blink, but she
felt them. She
knew them, as if they had happened moments prior. Was she devouring the old Tsubomi's memories? Treating her 'corpse' as fertilizer for her own purposes? She could only hope not, and that was the last thing she thought before hearing Michi's words.
"Tsubomi could have stopped selling drugs." As if that would prevent violent acts."Her clients could have stopped buying them."Blaming controlled use of magic for evil actions of unrelated people?"The school could have stepped up security."It should have regardless, that's not the fault of your sister. "The students and I could have had a back bone." Is that why you hate yourself?"The people who came after her could have given her another chance." Do you blame your sister for what happened to her, then?"Our parents could have done more to comfort her." You can't fix what you don't know is damaged."Norah could have chosen not to take her life." There it is.Like lightning racing a train with no wheels down the track, her mind responded to each word at a pace Suika hadn't felt since prior to her trip to the beach. But even with the incomparable speed, she didn't have enough time to wonder why that was, because Black Gate said something else from her place above the Club.
"Humans are selfish creatures, unable to do anything that doesn’t benefit them." Then it was a damn unfortunate thing that if there was only a single thing Suika knew about herself, it was that she didn't quite qualify for that title.
Still sitting with her back against the wall, Suika closed her eyes. She had never felt her heart, Tsubomi's heart,
their heart, beating so quickly. But the feeling faded as she opened her eyes to find herself back on the stage of Tsubomi's mind.
---
Zassou,
Suika, stood on the stage, unalone for the first time she could remember, at least in the role of a character. Before her stood the young-minded Tsubomi, clearly distressed at the situation as she looked out at the crowd of Miseria sitting below them.
That's right. Schrade said Miseria are emotions given form. Is that why they're here?But that thought died like a fallen leaf when the audience stood to match them, clapping and cheering at a greater level than Suika had ever seen. The noise seemed to startle the flower bud, but Suika simply placed a hand on the top of her head and forced another smile.
"It's okay. They're applauding for you; all we have to do is take a bow in response."Unable to mutter even a single reply, Tsubomi simply lowered her trembling head, taking Suika's hand with it as she did. And Suika allowed her body to follow in kind, the invasive weed taking a deeper bow than the flower, as if mirroring its intentions to bring the bud to the sun instead of itself.
After a moment, the crowd went silent, still on their feet and cheering with excitement. At least, the two onstage stopped hearing them.
"Why... why are they clapping for me?" the flower asked as her wavering mimicked her namesake blowing in the light breeze.
"Mm. They're glad that you haven't given up." As Suika raised her head and hand, and Tsubomi drew back to her full diminutive height as well, the curtain began to slowly, ever so slowly, close.
As if the actors on stage had been reset, the duo stood, one fully and one in a slouch, as their view of the audience slowly faded away. Once the curtain was fully closed, only then did either of the two look away from it.
Tsubomi turned slightly to look up at the girl she knew as Suika.
"Is... is this all real?"Suika's fake smile shrunk at the corners of her mouth.
"Everything is real, but it's not reality." The wiry weed crouched down to be eye to eye with the yet to bloom flower.
"We're in your mind, I think. You... had a lot of bad things happen to you." Even now, with more of the past Tsubomi being consumed for nutrients by Suika's being, she still was reluctant to risk the younger one's well-being by telling her the details.
"I think that's why you don't remember much, or anything. It's a response to the trauma. PTSD, perhaps. It could also be a result of nervous system overload, possibly. It's hard to know, even in normal circumstances, and magic makes it harder." The young girl's eyes went wide.
"Magic? What do you mean?"Once more Suika's smile widened at her command, trying to reassure Tsubomi with it.
"Mm. That's right, you have magic. You made a wish to help people, and it was granted, giving you magic powers. But don't worry about that right now. You should rest, and try to relax. Maybe you'll remember something." She didn't know whether that would be a good or bad thing if she did.
In an instant, as if responding to the words of the one in control of the body and magic, the stage melted away into Tsubomi's bedroom. Everything was there; from the well made bed with its clean bright yellow sheets to the gentle blue wall with a picture of Tsubomi's old cat Peach hung on it.
The desk she would presumably work at with its brand new alarm clock (not that she'd need one) sitting on it. The old but well-kept MP3 player that was set on the chair, plugged into a charger that ran below the desk, though Suika wasn't sure if it would work, given where they were.
The door, closed to give the girl privacy, was painted in a muted lime green, and across from it sat a large and round beanbag chair.
Finally, near the wall next to the bed sat Pretty, the beautiful large cat plush with its immaculate pink fur and bright brown eyes. She supposed that if pets tended to mirror their owners, maybe the reverse would be true as well. She could only hope that Tsubomi and Pretty would keep each other happy with their company.
As the body's original owner inspected her new, and with luck temporary, home, Suika opened the door and gave a wave goodbye.
"I'll be back, okay? I've got to take care of something. Take a break and relax."With her hand above her head, she turned to go through and shut the door.
---
When Tsubomi's eyes opened again, Suika was being set on her feet by Oros, and her butt stung slightly as if she had been dropped on it. That minor pain was pushed out by the realization of what she was seeing. Red eyes shone in the dark, and soon enough there was light to see by.
It seemed it was time to begin the next Act. Suika raised her palms to slap her face on both sides at once just as the first monkey began its flight.
"I can feel Tsubomi feeling something..."
Such a pity...
But it was far too late. Suika had already burst open in a shower of color, revealing Acid Drop underneath. When the monkey that went for her reached her, it found its skull separated from its spine before it realized it had missed its target.
That wasn't right. Acid Drop wasn't sure how she had done that. She stared at the ground where the dusty remains had fallen, taking a moment to contemplate.
Ah, that had to be it. A controlled release, like a shot of steroids that was quickly burned through by the body. The vines growing from Tsubomi's corpse seemed to have mutated from the consumption of their victim. The old Tsubomi had left behind a more acute control of her magic for Suika to steal alongside everything else she'd taken from her.
She slowly raised her hand, still holding her Devil Arm, into her view. She didn't even feel the weight of it. Her eyes raised to look at another of the monkeys, but were quickly redirected towards the mountainside.
And then there was a roaring, and the ground shook. She could feel it, the mass of emotions that was dense enough to have its own gravity; it had to be a Giga Miseria. It had to be
the Giga Miseria, the one that Schrade had defeated. It felt too familiar not to be. Which left her with few options.
But she'd decided already, since the moment her eyes closed in the club room.
Don't pretend to be sad for her. Pretend? That's right, she wasn't sad for Black Gate. She simply pitied her.
'Hey, don't do it, please!' Those were the words, right? They didn't matter. What mattered was getting Tsubomi to the sun.
... The sun? That's right, Miseria were weaker in the day. Why had the Giga Miseria awoken in the middle of the day? What an idiot. If that was the case, then...
"Oros." Suika's neck turned so she could face her partner, and she smiled. It was still a little uncanny, but she had certainly improved at it.
"It's the middle of the day. Sleeping in is bad, right? So I'll wake these lazybones up, and you get the others to beat the laziness out of the bones of that guy the boss lady beat, okay?"The words came from her mouth too quickly. It was like listening to another person entirely, like hearing the old Acid Drop from months earlier. But there was a softness to it, like a person who was talking to a cherished friend; something that had never been there in Acid Drop's voice. Yet even still, it held no emotion, only a new weight.
She looked back at the mass of sleeping bodies and the monkeys on them. She had an idea, an idea to drain the strength of the lesser Miseria she could now
feel in the area, but now was a dangerous time to test that theory. She'd wait until nightfall. For now, though...
If the populace of the school slept through what was happening to them in the dream, she'd just have to find out how much they could sleep through. But she couldn't use negative emotions or she might summon a
second Giga Miseria.
She felt her 'roots,' tendrils of her magic, spreading throughout the cafeteria, each bearing a different fruit. 'Joy,' 'anger,' 'sadness,' 'relief,' even 'lust.' Taking from each what she needed to feed to another. She'd envelope each person a different cocktail of emotions, as much of it as they could bear, until their bodies acted on their own to wake them.
And in the meantime, she'd slaughter a few winged primates.